There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”

Friedrich Nietzsche

Waiting

I eagerly watch it's moving hands
Delicately carresing the flowing sands
For that single moment to come
Each move like the beat of a drum
Having prepared everything I wait
For that gentle sound. For fate.
Nothing still. Heart beating at the door.
A delicate tap tap on the marble floor.
Then I hear it.
The buzz. You're here!

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